Jill Dominguez<p>As she sat sipping an IPA on the warm, sun-dappled patio with country music blaring from the nearby speaker, she noticed the green and yellow neon lights tracing the facade patiently waiting for their time to shine. </p><p><a href="https://mas.to/tags/ThirdPersonObservations" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>ThirdPersonObservations</span></a> <a href="https://mas.to/tags/Today" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Today</span></a> <a href="https://mas.to/tags/StoryOfMyLife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>StoryOfMyLife</span></a></p>